The Pig could Fly

The pig could fly so high in the sky

I would often ponder why

It would fly high

It would fly low

Always looking down below

One day I saw it land

Appearing to have a plan

Stood a man by his corn

A farm where the pig was born !

Happy were the two to meet

The pig squealed at his feet !

Pig was fed a big meal

I thought what a deal !

Sadly they looked each other in the eye

The pig took off

Back up in the sky !

The flying pig was my friend

I can’t remember how it began

It lived in my house with my pet mouse

That would ride the pig’s back

With its lunch in a sack

End of the story- that’s a fact!

By Richard Jones